My family consistently changes plans. First, it's a trip to Florida. Next, an El Cheapo cruise through Mexico. How about New York City? "I was hoping for nature, not buildings," someone responds. "Amish country?" No response. (Apparently I'm the only one interested in quality quilt shopping and horse and buggy admiring?)
To add to the constant changing of plans, we make last minute decisions too. For most families, this decision making technique creates anger, confusion and more eye rolls than one household can handle. For our family, we seem to have developed this technique into an art.
And it's called spontaneity.
Most recent spontaneous adventure photos coming soon...